Poem: Wild field
Photo Credit: Soroush Karimi

Wild Field, where flowers,

Seem bare — forgotten:

A caring hand helps them flourish,

Become, beautiful plants:

And kindness, brings hope,

Refreshes, brighten the field,

That appears, lost, barren,

Revive to a prosperous, magical land:

Good friends are found amongst,

Each and every one!

Empress Journee